MariaHeart

Bonjour! Comment allez-vous?

I can't cry anymore. Even when thoughts of if I was the reason my friend died come back. I can't physically cry. I need my tears. I need to cry! I can't. I am breaking down.

I need to cry or else I think I'll keeping breaking my promise that none of you know about. I need help. And no one knows it.

I didn't make the musical.

What. A. Shocker.

I have so many dreams. But this one kills me. I want to act. I want to be in movies. I want to make people laugh and cry.

But I'm not beautiful. I'm not rich. I'm not connected. I'm not willing to starve myself to look good. ((Plus if I did I would die because I'm already at the lowest healthy weight.)) I'm not going to flash my breasts for fans. I can't sing... well.

I think I could do it. I would work so hard at it. I would. I would work at it like I've never worked on it before. I love being the center of attention. I have a great sense of humor. I can run fast for good chase scenes. ((any laughs at that one? If  not, scratch my good sense of humor...)) I can make myself cry. I can stay in a line to audition forever.

Why can't anyone see that?

My mom keeps trashing my love of vampires. I will not apologize for the fact that fangs are seductive to me.